send my muse “will you be my valentine?” to see their reaction ! || Still accepting
@againthemartyr asked: “will you be my valentine?” to ysayle! from aeron
In recent years, the tradition of Saint Valentione had breached the walls of Ishgard, bringing people together in celebration of uniting with heart and hearth, warming each other in embraces and adoration. It was something that Ysayle had distanced herself from for the most part, the famed Iceheart to not allow her soul to thaw from the flames of passion as many others would. Yet, she found herself upon the counsel that Aymeric had gifted her seat, and it came with many a price.
Including decorating the city and preparing chocolates for the occasion.
When Aeron had encroached upon her, Ysayle had finished most of her tasks, readying herself to seek out the man who had beat her to the punch. A small box tucked under her arm, her gaze flickered about to ensure they were mostly alone—as alone as she could be with the prying eyes of citizens of Ishgard—before she began to speak.
Except, he had done so precisely at the same time.
Her lips closed, the awkwardness easily passed over as she offered a demure beam towards him, allowing him to get his message across. Halone knew that if she didn’t, he would never speak his piece, trying to ensure she had her turn, too kind of a man that she always feared would be taken advantage of. Although, with such an utterance that did pass his lips, her voice halted in her throat, all inquiries put to rest for the moment.
Now he placed the opportunity to string him along right in her fingers; a choice many would not recommend him to place in her care.
It was that very care that made her smile though, pulling out the small box and offering it to him. “Only if you accept this in turn.” Something she had crafted especially for him, a simple square that harbored the perfect circular chocolates within. “I made these different than the others they will be passing out for the city, these were from a recipe from my childhood.” A small strike of confidence brushed over her features. “I doubt you will ever find any like them.”
Taking a step closer to hand him the gift, flurries began to drift down, landing upon the crimson paper that coated the box. Her gaze turned skyward briefly before resuming upon his gaze, a small shake of her head. “You should get somewhere warm. There is no telling what might happen if you caught a cold after asking to be Iceheart’s valentine. What rumors would run about, I’m sure.”